The mature allure of the neighbor's aunt

I went online for a while and saw it was past 1 a.m. Just as I lay down to drift off to sleep, a series of
wailing sounds woke me up.

The noise came from next door; needless to say, it was Old Feng beating his wife again. That bastard makes
the house a scene of constant crying and screaming. How could he do that to such a beautiful wife?

Speaking of my neighbor, although she's over forty, she doesn't look it at all. She exudes a
mature and alluring beauty. Every time I see her proudly erect breasts bouncing up and down the stairs, her round
buttocks swaying from side to side, I can't help but imagine myself with her in bed. But that
guy surnamed Feng doesn't know how lucky he is. If it were me, I'd be "loving" her to death every day, how could I
bear hit her? Human thinking is truly incomprehensible.

This morning, I got dressed, ready to go out and fight for survival, when suddenly someone knocked on the door. I opened it and saw it was
my neighbor's beautiful auntie. What did she want? "Xiao Zhang, do you have an axe?" "
What ?" My voice was full of doubt. Could it be that she couldn't bear her husband's abuse anymore and wanted revenge, asking to borrow a
weapon to kill him in one blow?

"There's a thick layer of ice on my balcony, and I'd like to chop it up."

"Yes, Auntie, wait a moment, I'll go get it for you."

As I walked towards the balcony, I thought to myself, borrowing an axe to chop ice is a common thing, but what if she's not chopping ice,
but her husband's head? Wouldn't I be an accomplice? I could give her the axe, but I would go with her. If it was really just
to chop ice , I would let her do it. Being able to do something for her would make me feel very satisfied.

"Auntie, shall I chop it for you?"

"How could I?"

"Please don't be so polite. Besides, only I am comfortable using this axe; it's unfamiliar to anyone else."

A slight smile appeared on her slightly haggard face. "Then I'll trouble you. Hope this won't interfere with your work?"

"It's alright, I'm off today." I lied. What's
a day off ?

Friends living in the lower classes of northern society might understand; cracking ice is hard work. And
it seemed their balcony hadn't been cracked all day; the ice was a good three inches thick. Old Feng, that lazybones, knows nothing but drinking and
beating his wife . It took me two or three hours to crack the ice, leaving me drenched in sweat. I put
the ice I'd cracked into a plastic bag and wiped the sweat from my brow.

"Finally finished, Auntie. Where's the ice?"

"Just put it in the bathroom. Come and rest a bit, you look so tired, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, we're neighbors, it's nothing, don't mention it. I'm leaving."

"No, you absolutely can't leave. Have dinner here today, Auntie wants to thank you properly."

I couldn't be happier to spend more time with someone I like, so after a few feigned refusals, I sat down
.

"Sit here for a while, I'm going downstairs." Seeing her filling a bag with empty beer bottles, I knew
what was up to. After sitting for a while, I needed to pee, so I went into the bathroom. After urinating, I suddenly noticed
a light pink bra in the laundry basket. I picked it up and smelled it—it smelled so good, so feminine! There was also a thin pair of panties underneath.

My aunt's daughter is studying in another city, and there are no other women in her family, so it must be my aunt's. I picked it up and examined it
closely . There was a damp patch on her crotch, her secretions. She must have just changed her clothes that morning.

I brought it to my nose and smelled it; there was a faint fishy smell. The intoxicating scent stimulated my brain, and my
little brother was already eagerly surfacing in my pants. I greedily licked and smelled it, momentarily forgetting
where I was, completely intoxicated by the scent of my beloved woman. At that moment, the sound of the door opening pulled me
back . I forcibly suppressed my lust and walked out of the bathroom, my face burning.

"Xiao Liang, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

"I... I guess I was a bit too rough just now." She glanced into the bathroom, her face slightly
flushed, but she didn't say anything. My face turned even redder, afraid she'd find out what I'd just done. Actually, her eyes
might not be that sharp. I finally understood what it meant to have a guilty conscience.

She brought out everything she'd bought, and it turned out to be all my favorite foods, plus eight bottles of beer. Hey,
how does she know me so well? She even knows my average alcohol tolerance?

"Come here, Auntie will have a couple of drinks with you to thank you properly." I really wanted her to thank me properly, but
not in this way.

"Should we wait for Uncle to come back before we eat?"

"No need to wait for him. He was called away by those bastards. He won't
be back , so don't worry." What does "I don't worry" mean?

Right, I remember now. From the moment I entered their house, her eyes were a little strange. Although
she wasn't staring at me, there was something in them. Something indescribable, something I'd never
seen before. And, it looked like she had eye drops in her eyes, almost dripping. Could it be? No way? Am I about to
realize my dream? I decided to get her a few drinks first, listen to her thoughts, and then proceed.

I'm a seasoned drinker, and although I don't like to encourage people to drink, today… hehehe…

Who knew I didn't put in much effort at all? She downed two bottles of beer; it seemed she was deliberately trying to get herself
drunk.

"Xiao Liang, you've worked hard today. Here, let Auntie toast you." "

Don't mention it, Auntie. I'm happy to help you."

"Really? Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course! Do I look like I'm lying?" Under the influence of alcohol, her fair,
wrinkle-free face flushed slightly, and she became more talkative. Through her story, I learned about their family
situation . What surprised me most was that her husband's constant beatings weren't due to family disputes, but because he wasn't a
normal man at all. He would repeatedly strip his wife naked, staring at her beautiful, alluring body on the bed, but he
seemed ashamed to face her, always keeping his head down. This is what's called "a monk being criticized and struggled against"—a physiological phenomenon known
as "impotence." That bastard could only play cards, never actually win. No wonder he was so frustrated
; he was like that ugly freak Jin Er from the TV series "The Grand Mansion Gate," beating his wife every day. Luckily, Old Feng
didn't look like Jin Er, otherwise Aunt Wang's life would have been too miserable.

"Didn't you tell my uncle to go see a doctor?"

"I've seen it. Because it's an external injury, the doctor said there's no hope." Old Feng had an
accident . He fell from a height into a pile of scrap steel bars, which pierced his lower body and broke his tailbone.

After he recovered, his tailbone wasn't seriously damaged, and the "Descendant Exit Passage" and "Descendant Reserve Warehouse"
were People envied his good fortune. What no one expected was that although the equipment was intact, it was permanently
powered and became a mere decoration.

"Auntie, your life has been so hard!" I don't know if it was my words that moved her or the effect of the alcohol. She
threw herself into my arms and burst into tears. I gently comforted her while savoring the softness of her
body and her unique fragrance. After she had cried for a while, I lifted her face and wiped away her tears,
not with my hands, but with my lips. At first, she kept saying, "No, don't do this, Xiao Liang," but
the pent-up desire of many years erupted, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.
When , her last line of defense collapsed, and her reaction was so strong that it surprised even me. I had kissed many women, but
they were all young girls; I had never tried kissing a young woman bursting with desire. As I kissed her, I slipped my hands inside her
clothes , kneading her large, firm breasts through her bra. She probably found it unsatisfying through her clothes, so she
took off her outer garment and then her bra. A pair of breasts, at least a 36D, were revealed before me. Compared to those of a typical
young girl they were slightly saggy, but still elastic, with a jade-like skin. Because she had given birth, her areolas were brown
. Her nipples were also much larger than those of a typical girl, and already hard.

I lowered my head and gently stimulated her nipples with my tongue and teeth. Every few times, she couldn't take it anymore, "No,
it's so itchy… I can't stand it… no!" I tried to take her entire breast into my mouth, but that was impossible.
I opened my mouth wide, but could only take in about a third of it. I sucked hard, while my hands were busy too.
My left hand kneaded her other breast, and my right hand unbuckled her belt. She was wearing jeans that
clung to her round, full buttocks. If she hadn't done it herself, it would have been
quite a struggle for me to pull them down with one hand.

It's complicated for northerners to get cold; they wear a bra, a thermal undershirt, and then underwear. I admired
Aunt Wang's beautiful legs; the muscles were firm, long, and straight—she was really well-maintained. At the same time,
I stimulated her genitals through the thin, pale purple lace, semi-transparent underwear. I rubbed, pressed, kneaded, and pinched her until she couldn't take it anymore;
her crotch was already soaking wet. She kept crying out, "No, it's so itchy... I can't stand it... Fuck me... My
pussy is so itchy."

"Don't rush, the show's just beginning. Today I'll make you feel good!"

I pulled down her already soaking wet panties, and Aunt Wang's genitals were completely exposed to my view. Beneath the thick,
dark hair was a wide-open valley, the entrance already open, still dripping with lustful fluid—a veritable
"water curtain cave." Watch how I, the Monkey King, conquer it.

I bent down, buried my head between Aunt Wang's legs, and began
to work . I licked, bit, sucked, and explored with my fingers. Her labia majora were thick and covered in hair, while her labia minora protruded protruding,
their color pale. Her vaginal fluids flowed more and more, glistening and transparent. Her clitoris peeked out from above her vulva, and I
gently , even inserting my tongue into her vagina. Under this intense stimulation, her whole body
trembled, her buttocks twisting and turning, her moans turning into cries of "I can't take it anymore...it's so itchy...oh,
I can't take it anymore ...I'm going to come...oh, I'm going to come..." With her wanton cries, her whole body suddenly contracted,
and a warm spray landed on my face. I knew she had reached orgasm. She seemed relieved and
said to me with gratitude, "Xiao Liang, you're so good. You made me feel so good. I haven't
felt ."

"So what do you do when you want it?"

"Use my hands and toys, but it doesn't feel the same."

That's true. You know, women's sexual satisfaction takes much more effort than men's. Environment, technique, time, and
language all play a significant role in a woman reaching orgasm. Those oversized ones in movies and pictures are, after all, a minority.

Besides, just having a big penis doesn't necessarily satisfy a woman. If size alone were enough, every woman
could just buy a vibrator, and there would be no need for men in the world.

"Auntie, you've had your fill, I've been holding back for so long."

"Don't worry, I'll let you have your turn too, come with me."

She stood up and led me into the bedroom. I glanced back; the chair was already soaked. Once

inside, she knelt down, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my pants down completely. My little darling
had been proudly erect for a long time. She lowered her head and took my little darling into her mouth, thrusting in and
out . Wow, so warm, so soft! I took off my clothes and lay on the bed. She straddled me, and we started playing
69. I licked her labia, then her perineum, and finally her anus. Her anus was so beautiful, the kind
often described in books as a "chrysanthemum hole"—a very light color with fine hairs along the edges. I suddenly had a good
idea .

"Hey, all the things you usually use are kept over there."

"They're in the drawer of the bedside table. What do you want to do?"

"You know the 69 position, right?"

"Yes, that's what we're doing now, isn't it?"

"Have you ever tried 69??1?"

"What's 69??1? I've never tried it."

"I'll let you try it today. Don't stop, keep going."

I picked out a dildo from the drawer that had a small branch at the bottom,
the kind that . I first licked her labia minora and clitoris with my tongue, and she became quite wet again. I
inserted the dildo into her vagina, and she moaned. But that wasn't my purpose. I only put it in there to apply some lubricant
. I slowly inserted the plastic rod, soaked with her juices, into her anus and began thrusting in and out. Then
I stimulated her labia minora with the tip while simultaneously licking and sucking her clitoris with my tongue. With all three thrusts at once, she couldn't take it anymore.
Although make a sound with her mouth, the sounds coming from her nose were even more intoxicating than before, and she
was even more wet than before.

"This is 69??1, how is it, is it good!"

"Mmm, mmm," she answered me with her nose, her mouth never stopping.

After a while, I had her lie on the bed with her legs spread apart. Her vagina was completely open to me, constantly leaking
vaginal fluid. I aimed at her vagina and inserted myself, but not all the way in. Instead
, I would go in a little and then pull out, then go in a little more and pull out again. This teased her until she started begging me. "Hurry...hurry up and put it in...hurry,
it's so itchy...please stop teasing Auntie...hurry up and put it in...fuck my cunt..."

Seeing that I had teased her enough, I aimed at her vaginal opening again and inserted myself all the way in. She screamed.
"So good...it feels so good...don't stop...fuck me harder..." I kept changing
the rhythm .

From 9??1 to 6??1 to 3??1, sometimes even rotating twice. Aunt Wang's emotions reached their peak, and
her moans grew louder and louder. I was also enjoying an unprecedented pleasure. Gasps and moans filled
the room.

After more than a hundred thrusts, I felt a surge of heat rising in my lower abdomen, and I immediately stopped.

I couldn't ejaculate now. I hadn't had enough of her yet.

I pulled my penis out of Aunt Wang's vagina and looked at her, still eager for more. "Aunt Wang, can I
fuck you from behind?"

"I'm afraid of pain," she said, almost like a little girl, and I nearly laughed.

"No, I've already been working on it for you for ages. It hurt a little at first, but you
've , it won't hurt anymore."

"Ah, so what were you doing with that 69??1 just for this? You're so naughty!"

"I was afraid you couldn't handle it all at once, so I used a fake one as a test."

"Okay, don't make it too painful for me!"

"Don't worry."

She turned around, knelt on the bed, and stuck out her round, snow-white buttocks. I aimed at her "chrysanthemum hole"
and slowly inserted halfway in. "It hurts... slower," she whispered. "Relax, relax, it's in... it's in
." I immediately felt as if my penis was being tightly gripped, the feeling was completely different from inside her vagina. After a few dozen more
thrusts I couldn't hold back anymore. I immediately took out my penis and put it in her mouth. A surge of heat made all
the hair stand on end, and my billions of semen shot into my aunt's mouth. "Don't spit it out, it's very nutritious, swallow it."

My aunt obediently swallowed my semen.

When we were both lying on the bed to rest, I noticed that there were many
bruises . "Which bastard hit you yesterday?"

"Yes."

"That bastard, next time he hits you, call the police, or I'll kick him for you."

"No need, he's in pain too. For the sake of our years of marriage, just bear with him."

"You're a good person."

"You're a good young man too, a great young man."

"Great, what does that mean..."

"You figure it out yourself."

"Auntie, if you ever need any 'work,' just come to me, I'll 'do' it for you." I deliberately emphasized
the words "work" and "do," looking at her with a suggestive gaze.

Her face turned red. "Get lost, you bad boy."

A deeply memorable "battle" ended in this warm atmosphere.

The next day at work, the miner was scolded by the supervisor for no reason and had a month's bonus withheld. But
compared to yesterday's joy, what is a month's bonus? The feeling of conquest is the best.

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